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seated, I turned to my first officer. "Hit me with it Jaxx."
His gaze directed up at the view screen, his fingers dancing over the consul. "I think we found a target Captain."
"Will this target that you found cause the same stir as last time Commander?" I held to a formal tone.
"I believe so Captain." The large green pregnant man deadpanned.
"Good."
Jaxx slid into tour guide mode. I felt like I was eight years old and back on New Astoria, touring the Highlands Natural History Museum. "What you’re looking at is a small mining colony on a habitable asteroid near the outer rim. They recently suffered an outbreak of a rare parasitic xenovirus. It causes something called Rendalt fever that is very contagious and very lethal."
My eyebrows jumped up and hit my hairline.
A knowing smile split Jaxx's face. "And very curable. No one has died from this in centuries. A simple injection of Gilardian Lithrosnake antivenom will take care of it, at any stage in the illness."
Whew! "So tell me why is this something we should focus on, if it's so easily handled?" What the heck would they need us for, if it was such an easy fix? I mean even the Alliance couldn't refuse them med supplies for this.
His face when rigid. "Because Captain, the Alliance is refusing them med supplies for the outbreak."
Holy skeck. “Of course, it’s an unimportant little colony on the outer rim nobody cares about. Its Dymatherlorium ore is quite common so the colony itself has little monetary value.”
"They don't want to spend the effort. They'll just replace the colonists," Julie chimed in.
"Exactly." I missed Trex coming to stand by my side. I was both annoyed and comforted by his proximity. Plus he smelled divine. I absently lifted a finger to my mouth for a drool check, when he let a hand drift over and gently brushed against my shoulder. Even through my uniform his caress was electric. I shook it off. Focus Caspia.
"So the next logical question is where can we get enough of this antivenom for the colonists?" Taking the opportunity the moment provided I pushed to my feet and made my way towards my first officer. I made sure to sashay past Trex allowing my posterior to give a first rate performance. I reached the commander’s console before reigning it in. Had I just done that? Sheepishly, I peered around. No one else seemed to have witnessed the show my ass had just starred in. No one but the big golden alien with his head buried in his console, sporting a big, goofy grin.
Jaxx was furiously typing into a screen. "Captain, I thought you'd never ask. There's a Novokin regeneration hospital about two parsecs from here." He pointed to the blue circle on the view screen, nearly smack in the middle of the flight path he laid out between our current position and the mining colony. "And if you believe in coincidences, it happens to be right in route to the mining colony.”
I slapped my good friend on the back. "That's not the only coincidence Commander. I think it's time for my annual checkup."
Chapter 6
Anya worked her magic once again. She forged Razor’s signature to match exactly that of a standard Novokin transport ship. We landed undetected and strolled through the Novokin regeneration hospital with ease. Except for the usual disinfectant smell that plagued most hospitals, the trip so far had been wholly uneventful. So peaceful it reminded me of lazy summer afternoon walks to watch the geese with my father around Lake Freedom in the capital city. Assuming every tenth or so goose was brandishing a plasma rifle.
Every once in a while a pesky Novokin Imperial guard poked his ugly purple head out. Only to have his hat size reduced. Permanently. But we made sure no hospital staff or patients were ever at risk of being caught in the crossfire. No matter how pathetic those so-called 'patients' might have been.
A door in front of us swung open emitting a rotund balding man in med garb. Darkened blotches crowned his purple head.